I’m fairly certain my wedding bands are lost somewhere in my house. No Bueno!
For a while now, I have ignored the fact that they were no longer sitting nicely on my nightstand where usually leave them. I kept telling myself that my pregnant brain had decided to put them away somewhere and now I just can’t remember where that safe place is. The other week, I made the mistake of actually looking for them. And not only did I look for them, but I admitted to my husband that I didn’t know where they were.
At this point, Dr. Seuss could write a book, “All The Places I Have Looked” but to no avail.
See, about four or five years ago, I decided to have my wedding band tattooed on. It was my first tattoo and I love it. It’s been nice, no matter what I was doing, to still have the symbol of my love. Gardening, painting, hiking (okay, that one might be a stretch, I don’t really hike), it didn’t matter, my ring is always with me. No worries of chipped diamonds, scratched bands, or losing them…until I lost them in my own house, that is. Did I mention the part about how my darling husband had my engagement ring hand designed by a diamond broker, thus it truly is a one of kind? Yep, I’m that girl who lost it.
I may not have worn the original set often, but I still like to slip them on every now and then.
I’m fairly certain, at least 99% sure, that they are somewhere in my house, but it doesn’t change the fact that currently they are MIA. I do live with a 3-year-old hurricane, but she’s usually pretty good to not touch my rings or at the very least is vocal when she has something of mine on.
I’ve searched high. I’ve searched low. But where oh where did my little rings go?
Don’t leave me hanging. Help a girl feel better and tell me I’m not the only one to lose something important and irreplaceable?
